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Waterfalls

As the water falls the caves of rocks are covered by the sounds of water flowing like moans of pleasure

As the water creeps from one end of the river to the other, flowing like exotic juices over ice,

Close your eyes

Listen and imagine

You lying beneath allowing the rushing waves to cover you

Consumed by your thoughts and taking your imagination to another level

Nothing ever like this

I’m getting high

I’m at a level unknown

What shall I do

For now I will allow myself to be consumed by the

Sights, smells

And

Sounds of the waterfalls

Poetry

by

Edna Box

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